Mr. Imran and Ms. Hania

"Do you take Imran Ali as your to-be husband?" said the priest and the words came out of my mouth, "I do." "Do you take Hania Ismail as your to-be wife" and he nodded saying I do. The priest congratulated us on the wedding and everyone stepped forward on the stage to wish us.

All of this was too overwhelming and my head dozed off to the events that took place in my perfectly normal life to lead me here and a lone tear slipped down my cheek.

My mind took me back to the events that happened a week ago. Like every normal university girl, I was living my life with my mom and a few good friends when God decided to put me through yet another test. I lost my dad first and then my brother and I didn't want to lose anybody else. My mom was driving me to the grand school reopening and suddenly a car crashed into ours. I lost my mom. This news proved to be a great setback. I decided to see and investigate to who might be driving so rashly to take my mother away from me.

The police informed me that the driver belonged to the rich man Imran Ali and then told me that apparently, Mr. Imran wanted to meet me. I scoffed listening to the police officer thinking that all the great Mr. Imran could do is compensate me with money while I would stuffer for my whole life. I got dressed and got down to sit in my car and drive to the venue. I stepped inside the café and a lady guided me to my table.

Imran started speaking, "Miss Hania, I am sorry, I will pay you back the money enough to replace your car and cover your mother's funeral expenses. "He and sorry", I thought to myself. "You are the worst person I have ever met; do you think just a few thousands of your money can put my life to normal and replace it with my mother whom I spent every moment with. You ruined my life." I shouted as tears slipped down my cheeks.

"Marry me." he said. I was shocked and was about to say something when his guilt filled eyes gave me the indication that he meant it. "I will try and take care of you and be there for you and support you." I calmed down and questioned him, "Why?". All he said was "I know what it feels like to lose a mother, I wished she was here to give me her hugs." "I will do it", I said and gave him my number and left the café.

"Hania." I heard a voice. I came out of my trance and said, "yes". I then realized the voice was Imran and he stretched out his hands to wipe my tears. He smiled and said, "From today we start a new journey which I promise to fill with happiness, from now onwards you are not allowed to cry." I nodded my head and satisfaction and content grasped my heart. Little did I know the satisfaction would be so short termed.

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